Into A Photography

this time the silence is for real
drama makes it second hand
warmed up spat out thrown away
pathetic intend
all your aspects cut my heart
the violin has stopped to play
an "x" marks every memory
and dark clods hide the stars we are searching for
what is this breathing for when we inhale chloroform
dripped onto the rose you smell
as I knee down I want to get away from here get away from here
I drop the knife the blood reflects the sun, reflects it all
the flames burn bubbles in photographs
when you're dead I'm dead that's the way it is
sons and daughters get blurred by the tears on their cheeks
lovers and loved write their names in the sand
but no ship will come no ship will ever come
nothing will ever happen
this time the silence is for real
drama makes it second hand
warmed up, spat out thrown away
pathetic intend
all your aspects cut my heart away
the violin has stopped to play
a "x" marks every memory
and dark clods hide the stars we were searching for
as I knee down
I want to get away from here get away from here.
I drop the knife
the blood reflects the sun reflects it all
from this hell I rise...